Yang Quan went all the way north, and the desolate tribes he encountered on the way were generally stronger, because he entered the area where the desolate people were entangled, which belonged to the core area of the desolate people.

He became more and more careful, ordinary desolate people could not detect his existence, only desolate people who were more than three zhang tall could detect his disguise with their keen senses, but there were many such desolate people in this area.

Different from the desolate people in the marginal areas, the desolate people here rely on captive monsters to live most of the time except for occasional hunting, and they catch some suitable demon beasts and raise them near the tribe, and their lives are better than those desolate people in the periphery.

A group of desolate people more than a zhang tall drove more than 30 one-horned green oxen to pass by, and Yang Quan stood in a dense forest ten zhang away from them, but this group of desolate people was unaware.

These one-horned green bulls belong to the third-level demon beasts, they are irritable and furious by nature, and their size is huge, but when they are driven away by this group of desolate people, they don't have that kind of irritable feeling, it should not be the generation that originally hunted back, but the result of raising them in the tribe for several generations.

"It's a bit of a problem... The tribes here are too dense, and I will definitely be able to defeat the leader of this tribe, but the fighting will definitely be quite quiet, and it will attract the attention of the surrounding tribes..."Yang Quan calculated in his heart.

After approaching the main area where the desolate people lived, he got into trouble with his first move, and before he could completely defeat the leader of that tribe, the leader of another tribe rushed around, and then the leader of another tribe came, which made Yang Quan have no choice but to flee.

After he changed directions, he once again caused the aura to sneak in, this time he didn't dare to move too much, just concealed the aura and secretly observed, occasionally shot to stun a few desolate people who were not strong, and then searched the soul to find the news of Qianqian.

The desolate people he knocked unconscious were generally weak, and they fainted without knowing what was going on, as if they had suddenly woken up from a sleep, so they didn't pay attention.

But this is too inefficient, he hid for more than a month, hiding in the territory of the desolate people, searching for dozens of desolate people, but found nothing, the only gain should be a general understanding of the situation of the nearby desolate people.

"My divine sense is much stronger than those desolate people, so I can detect and avoid them in advance, but these people are often hunting, and my senses are very keen, so I may not be able to hide forever in the long run..."

Yang Quan was a little anxious in his heart, he traced it to this place according to the clues, the place where Qianqian was most likely to be, but he didn't dare to go too deep, and he didn't dare to search for the souls of the desolate people to find Qianqian's whereabouts, which made him very entangled.

"Anyway, these desolate people are not as fast as me, and it will be difficult to catch up with me if they are discovered, if there are really more than five desolate people chasing me, then I am unlucky!"

Yang Quan was ruthless in his heart, and decided to start, just by shooting at those desolate people who were more than a foot high, he couldn't get much useful news, he had to attack even more powerful desolate people!

An inconspicuous figure quietly followed the herd of one-horned green cattle, he floated silently two feet above the ground, all the aura on his body converged, and followed the group of desolate people who were more than a foot high, towards their tribe...

"The blood thorn and the soul seal shot at the same time, and then I desperately got a little injured, I didn't use other magic weapons to attack, just use the soul seal to stun the leader of this tribe in a short time, if the soul search is enough, even if the surrounding tribes come to help, it should be too late, I have time to escape..."

Yang Quan rehearsed the plan in his mind, and made a plan in his heart, originally entering the desert territory was a risky thing, but now he can't retreat! As his only relative in this world, Qianqian is worth his risk.

The Flying Dragon Tribe, which is the name of the tribe that Yang Quan is tracking at this time, the patriarch of the Flying Dragon Tribe, a desolate man who is nearly four feet tall is sitting in the tribe at this time, frowning at a bunch of strange runes on the ground to study, these runes are difficult for him to understand, but he also knows the importance of these things, so he studies seriously...

His blood was boiling, hoping that there would be an overflow of mana, and then he kept carving on the ground, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, none of the runes took effect, even if there was no problem with his engraving, it was almost exactly the same as on the template...

"Alas... This damn curse... When will we be able to break the curse, I really envy that little guy... No wonder the Lord thinks so highly of him—" He sighed, remembering the little fellow who had come to the tribe two months earlier to preach.

"Damn Zhongzhou people...!" He looked to the east, his eyes showed hatred, on the periphery of the tribe, a group of teenagers in the clan drove the one-horned green ox back, he glanced at it slightly, and his eyelids suddenly jumped!

The bone weapon beside him was instantly copied in his hand, and he strode towards the group of young people in the clan, and the group of young people who were driving the one-horned green ox were stunned, looking at the murderous patriarch a little puzzled, did he make a mistake in his heart? But it doesn't mean that, right?

"Boom!"

When this patriarch picked up the bone stick, Yang Quan knew that there was no way to continue to approach, and the long-standing soul suppression seal was struck, and then the beast blood aura on his wrist began to condense.

The patriarch of the Flying Dragon Clan is not an idle person, and when he feels bad, he does not hesitate to pull out a stick and head towards Yang Quan's hiding place, not caring at all whether this is in the tribe and whether it is possible to hurt his own clansmen.

Because for him, the most important thing is to break the decision, there are terrible people or monsters infiltrating the tribe, if you can't kill them quickly, that's the worst outcome.

"Buzz!"

The patriarch of the Flying Dragon tribe was stunned, the bone stick in his hand was crooked a little, the ground of the tribe trembled suddenly, and almost all the desolate people subconsciously began to flee into the distance, not that they didn't want to help the patriarch, but this was the best help.

"Huh..."

Yang Quan completely released his breath, and dozens of demon beast breaths on his wrist condensed, and then formed a spiral thorn, slamming towards the Flying Dragon Patriarch.

The Flying Dragon Patriarch felt that the spiral thorn was not simple, and his mind cleared up a little, so he immediately lifted the bone stick and moved, wanting to block the spiral thorn, but unfortunately the spiral thorn belonged to the remnant soul condensation after the death of the demon beast, so it was meaningless to move the bone rod like this.

"Hum..."

The Flying Dragon Patriarch's head buzzed, and he almost fell to the ground, and his resolute personality made him sway from side to side and refused to fall, and continued to pick up the bone stick to try to resist.

Yang Quan kept flying around the Flying Dragon Patriarch, dodging the indiscriminate swinging bone stick, and then the soul suppression seal was shot out one after another.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

After seven or eight strokes in a row, the Flying Dragon Patriarch couldn't support it anymore, and fainted, the weakness of the desolate man is this, the divine sense is a shortcoming, Yang Quan's sneak attack was calculated or unintentional, and the plan was finally successful.

Of course, in the middle of this, he was also rubbed a few times by the Flying Dragon Patriarch's dancing bone stick, but the impact was not great.

It was only a quarter of an hour, Yang Quan knocked down this guy, of course, he also felt dizzy, seeing the desolate people who had been hiding around to observe, at this time there was a sense of rushing up, Yang Quan did not dare to delay, and picked up this flying dragon patriarch and flew into the distance.

He can't search for souls at any time when he might be attacked, so he can only use his speed to open the distance, and then buy time for his soul search, and finally run away.

He glanced back at the ground that the Flying Dragon Patriarch was staring at, and was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic in his heart, that set of prohibitions he was familiar with, it was what he taught his apprentice Qianqian...

Yang Quan outside the tribe hurriedly left this desolate man, and then hurriedly began to search for the soul, and after a while...

"Good, it's getting closer... Qianqian, you're really alive... Great..."